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Sometimes, you have to remember what you don’t know.

Sometimes, you have to sprinkle a little trust dust on the world and go with the flow til it all shakes out.

We’re dog people. We have dogs because we have big, fur-lovin’ hearts and weak minds that thrive on endless, extra work. Dog people.

“Some of our greatest treasures we place in museums,
others, we take for walks.”     ~unknown

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In early August one of our girls blew out a knee ligament. We were told it would take several thousand dollars and 4-months of rest and she’d be good as new. Well….okay, then.

Humphh!

Like good fur parents we obliged. We created spreadsheets to manage the post-operative medications. At one point, there were 9 daily doses, not including supplements used to support pain and liver function. Initially, she had to be carried to the yard, then a beach towel was used as a sling for moving her up and down the steps. She had to stay confined and walk on a short leash to use the “restroom.”

After about 2 weeks we discovered a MRSP infection. This is the equivalent of MRSA in people. I must admit, it struck terror in my heart. The prescription was a month long round of a strong and potentially deadly (to people) antibiotic. Faithfully, we’d glove up and administer it every 8 hours. We did this for a month…and worried…a lot.

Now, we’re in month 3. It’s looking pretty good, but it feels a bit like we’re all on the short leash. Dog is getting antsy and it’s a loooong recovery. What I notice most is her wonky, herky-jerky gait. I tend to focus on that locking leg as I take her for 10-15 minute walks in the front yard, trying to build muscle tone – hers and mine. The surgeon says it’s lack of muscle tone…here comes the trust.

I struggle to remember there’s a lot of stuff I don’t know.

I focus on what I observe. I draw my own conclusions. But, there’s a lot of stuff I don’t know about a lot of things. Don’t tell anyone, okay?

Forgetting what I don’t know steals the beauty of the now. Drawing conclusions based on my limited knowledge of ANYTHING, yanks me out of the moment and pulls me into my own, faulty story. (click to Tweet)

So, if I create menacing stories in my head, you probably do it too. Think about the blank spaces you’re filling in for your life. What magic are you missing before your eyes?

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It’d be better to focus on the enjoyment we get walking in the front yard, soaking up the last of the year’s lingering sunshine. I know she’s bearing weight on that leg and that’s a good thing…I could focus on that. This situation drives home the fact we often get dragged out of a decent, or even precious, present to steep in our own scary stories.

I’m not advocating for denial. It’s important to address real concerns. The hard part, at least for me, is letting it go afterward, and rejoining the abundant the flow.

I believe this week, I wrote this post more for me than you – and I banged it out without much preparation. I don’t know how it’ll be received. It’s a Dear Diary sort thing and really could use a bit more polish. But, for now, I’m going to focus on remembering what I don’t know and enjoying what’s here now.

I Hope You Do The Same,

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Michelle Andres is a writer and artist who cultivates her own Well Lived Life by drinking in Writer, Artist, Coachthe beauty around her, following her passion, respecting others and doing her best to own her own dookie.
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